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Cookout birthday party belly.

(Also, going to work on Monday with campfire hair means you are living right, yes?)

Good hair, good nail polish. Good company on the drive into Hardwick.

Went to Ben and Jess’s last night for a Christmas carol jamboree and good eats. A dancing baby and several heartbroken dogs were involved.

8 events I’m thankful for in 2011 (8 days before Thanksgiving)

  1. Our first really snowy winter. 2009 was a bit of a dud year, so it was fun to get some real snow. If you’re going to live in New England, you might as well have war stories to tell.
  2. This fall, my sister and her enormous-footed boyfriend moved to Brooklyn, just a few hours south of us. Since then, we’ve visited them once, and she’s visited us once. We’ll see them both next week for Thanksgiving and my birthday, and it’s lovely to have family so close again.
  3. Storms. The hurricane in August and snow storm last month both meant for that best kind of mildly inconvenient hospitality, the kind that builds friendships. Deb stayed with us; we stayed with Ian’s family; Steve stayed with us. And they are all great visits, despite the circumstances.
  4. The birth of our godson, Augustine James.
  5. My childhood friend Layne’s wedding to a really great guy.
  6. Another childhood friend, Cassi, is marrying her high school sweetheart, and I get to stand up with them.
  7. Our extended tour of the South before and after Layne’s wedding. We got to see nearly all our family and Southern friends, listen to a half-dozen books on CD, and sweat a whole, whole lot.
  8. A really intense (for me) camping trip with Jess and Ben. It really helped us to grow closer as friends, and reminded me not to be such a mouse — a lesson I need to relearn every few months.
Everyone knew my name and I kept forgetting some of theirs. It was different. It felt good to be known and a part of me embraces this as success. And then a part of me is very wary of playing the attention game and wanting so badly still to be ‘cool.’ Do these feelings ever go away? The need to be accepted seems eternally strong.
my friend Jess, thoughtful as always

J & I spent Memorial Day weekend adventuring in the White Mountains with our friends Ben & Jess. Clearly, some of us adventure more glamorously than others.